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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.