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 Malaysia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Scion,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.