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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.