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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.