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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.