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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Index,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
The Litter,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.