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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Altered Images to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.