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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.