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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents 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?
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.