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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Skriet,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.