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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.