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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield 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?
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.