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 Burundi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.