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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Selecter to the disco 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.