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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.