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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.