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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.