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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.