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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.