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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.