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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.