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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Can,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.