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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.