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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Audionom to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Index,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.