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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Byron Stingily 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.