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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.