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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.