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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.