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 Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association 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?
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Gong,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.