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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ten City to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.