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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.