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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
The Move,
UT,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Smog,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.