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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
X-102,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.