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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
the Association,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Index,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Franke,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.