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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.