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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.