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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.