Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.