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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.