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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.