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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Pole,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.