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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.