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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.