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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.