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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
PIL,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.