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 Gambia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.