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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.