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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 sitar 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
PIL,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.