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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Section 25,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.