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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Inner City,
ABC,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.