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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Television,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.