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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.