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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.