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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.