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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.