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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.