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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.