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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.