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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Can,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.