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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Residents to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.