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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.