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 Suriname 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
The Slits,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.