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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.