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 Liechtenstein 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.