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 Sudan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.