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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Index,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.