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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.