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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.