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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.