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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Martian 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Standells,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.