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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
CMW,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.