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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.