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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.