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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.