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 Togo and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.