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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.