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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.