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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.