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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.