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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
MDC,
Organ,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
a-ha,
CMW,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.