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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.