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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Cymande,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.