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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 The Evens 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.