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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.