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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.