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 Mali 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
The Wake,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.