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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
PIL,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.