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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.