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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.