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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.