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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Index,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.