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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.