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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.