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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.