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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Music Machine to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.