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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.