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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.