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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang of Four 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.