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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 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 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.