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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.