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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.