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 Niger 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s 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 Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.