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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.