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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.