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 Ethiopia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.