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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.