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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.