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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Q65,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.