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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.