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 Suriname and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Panda Bear to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.