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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.