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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.