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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.