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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.