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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.