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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
June of 44,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.