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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.