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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
June Days,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.