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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.