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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.