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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
PIL,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.