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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.