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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Masters at Work 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
X-102,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.