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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Pole,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.