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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.