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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 June Days 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.