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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.