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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bar-Kays to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.