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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.