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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.