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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.