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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.