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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.