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 Grenada 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.