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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.