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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.