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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The Gap Band to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
PIL,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.