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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Moebius,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.