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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Can,
Excepter,
CMW,
Pylon,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.