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 Barbados and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.