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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.