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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 Manchester and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
ABC,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.