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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.