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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Slave,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.