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 Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.