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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 sitar 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Little Man,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.