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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.