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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.