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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.