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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.