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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Kinks 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.