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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.