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 Kazakhstan 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 Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
UT,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.