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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
the Swans,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.