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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.