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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the electroclash 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.