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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.