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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.