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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Nico to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.