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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.