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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.