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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Whodini,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.