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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.