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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Cramps to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.