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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.