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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 organ 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.