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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Gong,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.