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 Romania 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.