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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.