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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Wings,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Television,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.