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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Crime,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.