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 Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.