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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.