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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Smog,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Wire,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.