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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.