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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.