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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.