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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.