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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.