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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.