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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.