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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hill to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.