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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.