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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.