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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.