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 Malawi 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Zeros to the jazz 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.