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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.