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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.