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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.