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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
cv313,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.