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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the jazz 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.