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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.