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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.