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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
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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.