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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.