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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.