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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Can,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.