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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.