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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.