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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.