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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.