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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
The Names,
Cameo,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.