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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.