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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.