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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.