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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.