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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Main Source 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.