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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.