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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
The Index,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.