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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.