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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Faust,
the Germs,
MC5,
World's Most,
cv313,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.