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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.