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 Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.