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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.