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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.