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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.