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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman 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 electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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Cameo,
Quantec,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.