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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.