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 Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.