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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. 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?
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.