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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.