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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Index,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.