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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Index,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.