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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.