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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.