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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.