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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.