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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the jazz 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.