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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.