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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.