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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.