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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.