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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.