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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.