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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.