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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.