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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.