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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.