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 Japan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.