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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Can,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.