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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.