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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 808 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Gong,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.