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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.