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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 The Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.