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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.