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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.