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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.