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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.