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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.