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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.