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 Madagascar 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.