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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Association to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.