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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
EPMD,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.