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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
The Move,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.