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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Visage,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.