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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.