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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish 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?
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
ABC,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.