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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.