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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.