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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.