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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.