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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.