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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.