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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.