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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.