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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.