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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 808 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
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.