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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators 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?
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
PIL,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Monks,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.