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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.