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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.