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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.