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 Belize 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.