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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.