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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.