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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.