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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.