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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.