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 Syria and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.