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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.