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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.