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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Nas,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.