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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.