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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Wings,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.