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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Smog,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.