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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.