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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.