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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.