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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
the Association,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.