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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Brick,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.