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 Azerbaijan 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
UT,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.