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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.