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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.