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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.