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 Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Lower 48,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.