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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.