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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.