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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 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?
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.