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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Technova,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.