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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.