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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 The Happenings to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
cv313,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.