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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Q and Not U 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.