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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.