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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 AZ to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.