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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.