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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.