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 Luxembourg and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Magma,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.