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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.