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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Slave,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.