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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.