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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Scan 7 to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.