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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.