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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.