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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.