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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC 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?
JFA,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.