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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.