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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.