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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.