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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.