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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Moebius,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.