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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.