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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.