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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.