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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.