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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.