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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 theremin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.