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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.