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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 rhodes 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.