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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.