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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.