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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Kayak,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.