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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.