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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Victims to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.