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 Nicaragua 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.