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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.