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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.