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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.