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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Darondo,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.