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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.