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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.