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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.