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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Slave,
The Wake,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.