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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.