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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.