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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.