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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.