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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Hoover,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.