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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Wings,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.