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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.