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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.