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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.