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 South Africa and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Index,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.