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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.