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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Audionom,
UT,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.