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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.