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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.