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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Swans,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.