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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Nas,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.