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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Visage,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.