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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Pole,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.