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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.