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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Rekid,
Organ,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.