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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.