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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.