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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Hashim,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.