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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.