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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.