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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.