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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.