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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.