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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
The Busters,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.