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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Ronan to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.