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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.