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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.