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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.