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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.