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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Smog,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.