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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Technova,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.