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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.