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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.