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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Starr to the techno 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Can,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.