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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Swans,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.