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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.