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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill 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?
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.