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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Wake to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Index,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.