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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Wire,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.