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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.