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 Peru and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.