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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.