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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.