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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.