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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.