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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.