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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
The Fall,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.