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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.