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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.