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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.