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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.