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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.