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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.