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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Technova,
Sparks,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.