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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia 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?
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.