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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.