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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.