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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.