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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.