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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.