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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.