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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.