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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.