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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.