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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Evens,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.