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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.