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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.