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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.