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 Japan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.