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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.