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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Index,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.