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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.