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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.