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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Television,
The Saints,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Can,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.