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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.