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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.