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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.