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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.