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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Can,
X-102,
the Association,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.