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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.