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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.