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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.