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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Crime,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.