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 and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.