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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.