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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.