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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Index,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.