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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Television,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.