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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the punk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.