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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Scion to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Technova,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.