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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.