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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Hardrive 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.