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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 harpsichord 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.