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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Fear,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.