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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.