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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.