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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.