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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.