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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.