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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.