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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.