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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.