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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.