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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.