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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.