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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.