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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.