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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Mummies to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.