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 Nicaragua 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Swans,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.