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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
the Association,
New Order,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.