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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Excepter,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.