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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.