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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 X-101 to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.