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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Technova,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.