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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Crime,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.