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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Crime,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.