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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.