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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.