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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.