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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.