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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Index,
Yaz,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.