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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.