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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.