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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Slave,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.