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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.