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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.