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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.