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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.