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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Interpol 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.