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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.