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 Belize and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.