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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The J.B.'s to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.