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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.