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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.