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 Philippines 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.