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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
cv313,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Pole,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.