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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
The Index,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.