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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.