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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Calgary and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.