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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Red Krayola to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.