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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.