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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.