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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
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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.