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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.