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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.