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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.