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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.