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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Erasure,
Symarip,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.