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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Dead C to the techno 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.