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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.