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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.