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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Wire,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.