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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Organ 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.