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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
June Days,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.