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 Ivory Coast 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.