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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.