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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.