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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.