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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.