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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.