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 Uganda and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.