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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pylon to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.