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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Nico,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.