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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.