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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.