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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.